I’ll never forget the day it happened – the day that literally changed my life. I was a freshman in college and was at my first gymnastics practice in over two months (due to having mono). It was Dec. 30, 1992. Our competition season was starting in three weeks. I was on the uneven bars warming up, but because I had missed two months of practice I had to take out one big skill and rearrange the others. As I warmed up I kept feeling like I was going to peel (fly off the bar).